Change of heart

Well,here I am in the last hour of life,
The note was prewritten and  signed,
The door of my bedroom door is locked,
No turning back now,it's too late to stop.

There's a lone chair sitting by the note,
My final resting place marked by a rose.
A 9mm sits on my night stand loaded,
While I contemplate the current moment.

Tears threaten to fall from my weary eyes,
As I make good with my maker in the sky.
I glance at my watch once more before I go,
A final trip that will even up the debts I owe.

I wipe away the cold tears that I have wept,
The pain's as surreal as my life is in depth.
I pick up the gun and place it in my mouth,
I have a change of heart,I can't do it now....